[ he's still resting, just in a different way. as the sun dips low and the sea breeze picks up, it feels like the perfect place to be and a welcome change from the stagnant air of their hotel room. without thinking, his arms stretch along the length of the bench, his hand coming to rest just shy of brushing thorns' shoulder. ]

Takes you back, doesn't it? If it's too boring for you, I don't mind if you look around more or run in a few circles until it's time to go.

[ assigns thorns as hyperactive child who can't stay still. ]